Dogs

[Intro] Dm7(9)  D#7M(9)  A4(7)  

Bb7/Ab

     Dm7(9)
You got to be crazy, you gotta have 
a real need
        D#7M(9)
Gotta sleep on your toes and when 
you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the 
                    A4(7)
easy meat with your eyes closed

Then moving in silently downwind and
 out of sight
 Bb7/Ab
You gotta strike when the moment is 
right without thinking
    Dm7(9)
And after a while you can work on 
points of style
           D#7M(9)
Like the club tie and the firm 
handshake

A certain look in the eye and an 
easy smile
     A4(7)
You have to be trusted by the people
 that you lie to
          Bb7/Ab
So that when they turn their backs 
on you

You'll get the chance to put the 
knife in

[Solo] Dm7(9)  D#7M(9)  A4(7)  

Bb7/Ab

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        Dm7(9)
You've gotta keep one eye looking 
over your shoulder
               D#7M(9)
You know it's gonna get harder, 
harder and harder as you get older
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    A4(7)                        
And in the end you'll pack up and 
fly down south, hide your head in 
          Bb7/Ab
the sand
Just another sad old man, all alone 
                 Dm7(9)
and dying of cancer

( D#7M(9)  A4(7)  Bb7/Ab  Dm )
( C  Dm  C  Dm )
( C  Bb  F  Eb  F  Eb )
( Dm  Dm7(9) )
( Bb  F5+7/Bb  A5+ A  A5+
 F )

[Solo] D  Dm7(9)
       Bb  F5+7/Bb
       Dm  Dm7(9)
       Bb  F5+7/Bb
       A5+  A  F  Em

Dm        Dm7(9)          Dm  
 And when you lose control    
Dm7(9)  Dm           Dm7(9)     
         you'll reap the harvest
          Dm  Dm7(9)  Dm  Dm7(9)
 you have sown
Dm       Dm7(9)       Dm  Dm7(9)
 And as the fear grows          
  Dm                               
   the bad blood slows and turns to
   Bb A A7  F  Em
 stone
Dm         Dm7(9)           
 And it's too late to lose the 
    Dm             Dm7(9)      
weight you used to need to throw 
          Dm  Dm7(9)  Dm  Dm7(9)
around
           Bb   F5+7/Bb      Bb  
So have a good drown as you go 
F5+7/Bb   A5+ A
down all alone
         F    Em      Dm
Dragged down by the stone

 Dm7(9)
Gotta admit that I'm a little bit 
confused
 D#7M(9)
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm 
just being used
 A4(7)
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and 
shake off this creeping malaise
      Bb7/Ab
If I don't stand my own ground how 
can I find my way out of this maze
 Dm7(9)
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep 
on pretending
     D#7M(9)
That everyone's expendable and no 
one has a real friend
        A4(7)
And it seems to you the thing to do 
would be to isolate the winner
    Bb7/Ab
And everything's done under the sun

And you believe at heart everyone's 
a killer

( D#7M(9)  A4(7)  Bb7/Ab  Dm }

[Solo] C  Dm  C  Dm
       C  Bb  F  Eb  F  Eb  Dm

         F         C/E           
Who was born in a house full of 
Dm  C
pain
          F             C/E       
Who was trained not to spit in the
  Dm  C
 fan
         F           C/E        
Who was told what to do by the 
Dm  C
man
          F         C          Dm  C
Who was broken by trained personnel
         F           C          
Who was fitted with collar and 
Dm  C
chain
         F       C          Dm
Who was given a pat on the back
         F         C            
Who was breaking away from the 
Dm  C
pack
        F         C         Dm  C
Who was only a stranger at home
         F     C            Dm  C
Who was ground down in the end
         F     C           Dm  C
Who was found dead on the phone
          F      C           Bb   A
Who was dragged down by the stone
                 F    Em      Dm  
Who was dragged down by the stone
Dm7(9)